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This story contains sexual themes and words and actions.  If you are under 21,
go away.  If you don't like this sort of thing, go away.

Copyright 1998 by Pami.  Do not repost or use on any other sites without my
express permission.

A story written about meeting someone from the internet for the first time.  If
you DO that sort of thing, please be careful and take precautions.  There are
quite a few wackos out there.
Just a public safety announcement for the holidays.  :)

The Meeting

She waited nervously, sipping her coffee.  She truly couldn't believe this was
happening.  The typical "I met you on the Internet and now we are meeting"
nerves, she supposed.  Not that she really MET people off the computer.  "I
don't use the computer as a dating service" was the standard line she used
whenever someone pressured her to meet.  Still, she reasoned, they had been
chatting for MONTHS.  It wasn't like she was meeting someone romantically, they
were just having coffee as two friends.  Ok, well, maybe they HAD had a few
somewhat steamy conversations, but really not much.  Just an exploration of
each other's likes and dislikes.  For general information, of course.  

"Wow", she thought, "I am really rationalizing THIS one!" And she chuckled out

She glanced up as the door to the coffeeshop opened.  A tall man with dark hair
walked in.  He looked over at her, and she knew.  It was HIM.  No, she had
never seen a picture of him, but she just knew.  He walked immediately over to
where she sat, and all kinds of thoughts ran through her mind.  She hoped that
she didn't have stained lips from the mocha coffee she was sipping; she hoped
that the dress she wore was at least somewhat becoming ; was her hair straight,

"I would know you anywhere," he said as he looked down at her.  True, she had
sent him a couple of pictures, but pictures can lie, and he was pleased that
she looked "nice".  No, not a model, or centerfold, but kind of like a real
person.  The girl next door.  Except that he knew that her seeming
wholesomeness masked a deep sensuality.  Indeed, as he looked into her brown
eyes, he thought he saw a spark of something.  And she looked up at him and
BLUSHED.  Did women really blush anymore? he mused.  He had thought that they
didn't.  Especially her.  They had discussed some incredibly private things
before.  He had seen the pictures!  And she BLUSHED!  He smiled, and said he
was going to get a cup of coffee.

She felt it.  She felt the heat in her cheeks.  Damn, was she actually
blushing?!  With HIM?!  He was just her type, she thought.  Those deep brown
eyes, that olive, almost tanned skin, those shoulders!  And he had smiled at
her like he liked what he saw.  

He came back to the table, with a steaming cup of coffee.  "Cute place", he
remarked casually, as he sat down opposite her at the tiny table.

"I hate to sound trite," she started, "but its really nice to meet you.  And am
I really blushing?"  She stopped suddenly, embarrassed that the statement came
out of her lips.  And she blushed harder, if possible.  She thought she must
look like a tomato now!

He chuckled. "Not trite at all.  I have been looking forward to this for a long
time.  Yes, you are blushing.  And it is very charming.  I think I am yours

"Ar, Ar." she replied back at him, sticking her tongue out.

"Ar", he added.

And they both looked at each other and suddenly they were comfortable. 
Laughter rang out across the quiet shop.


Much later, they were seated at the restaurant next door, finishing up a
terrific lunch.  The conversation hadn't lagged at all.  And both were secretly
relieved.  After all, meeting someone for the first time was always a harrowing
experience.  The jokes and quick rejoinders had flowed, and indeed, the other
diners had looked at the couple enjoying themselves so much and a few had been
jealous of the obvious rapport.

Finally, the meal was obviously over, and a pregnant silence dropped over the
table.  "Can I give you ride home?", he asked.

"Well, ok, but no funny business, buster," she answered with an exaggerated
tone, ruining the line with a giggle at the end.

"Scout's honor" he told her, solemnly holding up his hand in the boy scout
salute.  And one eye lazily dropped down in a wink. "I just want to see the
place with The One and Only You calls home.  You know, kind of a psychological
glimpse into the inner workings of your psyche."

"Damn", she responded, "I KNEW I should have vacuumed.  Did I ever mention that
I HATE to do dishes?" she told him with a mock frown.

"I promise not to look at the kitchen, ok?"

"Well, ok.  But only because it is about 90 degrees out and I don't want to
walk home."


They pulled up in front of a brick building.  An old Victorian home.  

"Here it is.  My humble abode," she told him as they walked up the stairs to
the second floor apartment that she called home.  "But you have to close your
eyes, because you promised not to look at the kitchen and that is where we go
into the apartment."

"Uh oh, you mean I have to TRUST you to guide me through?" he grinned at her,
with a mock scared expression on his face.

"Yes, you awful man, now just shut those eyes," she countered swiftly.  

"Aye, aye, ma'am."  He closed his eyes and heard the door open.  She grabbed
his hands and he felt a twitch in his nether regions.  Not now, he groaned.
This was not the time for THAT part of his anatomy to wake up.

She pulled him gently forward about six steps.  "Come on, I'll be
gentle....THIS time," she throatily giggled at him.


"Ok, now turn right," and she pulled him forward about five steps.  He heard a
rustling behind him, and she told him he could open his eyes now.

He looked around.  He was in a dining room.  And he could see the living room.
He looked behind him and there was a curtain blocking his view.  "The kitchen?"
he asked, pointing his thumb at the curtain.

"Yes, sir," she rejoined, "And remember, you promised!"

He walked forward.  It was charming, eclectic.  There was wood furniture.  A
grey recliner.  A patterned HUGE sofa.  A butcher's block table in the dining
room.  Sheer white curtains with a green leaf pattern on them.  They matched
the carpet on the floor in the living room.  There was a fireplace.  A fake
one.  But still cute.  And two large diplomas on the mantle.  Pictures
everywhere.  And the candles!  A faint floral scent lingered in the air.  It
was a perfect bachelorette pad, he thought.  He could just glimpse the two
bedrooms off the living room.  He wondered what they looked like, and then
mentally berated himself for wondering.

"Well?" she asked expectantly.


"Nice?!  That's IT?"

"  I like the candles.  And what is the smell?"

"Ummm...I forgot to take out the garbage?" she asked.

"No, silly smells GOOD," he smiled at her.

"Oh.  Well, I like flowers.  And candles.  The scented ones.  And probably some
of the lotions that I use.  I have a real shower gel and lotion fetish, see?
Smell..." and she put her arm up to his nose.

He inhaled deeply, and sure enough a faint smell of a potent flower was on her
delicate arm.

"I don't know...let me smell more", he wickedly grinned, as he turned he arm
around and pulled the inside of her wrist to his nose. "Mmmmm..." he hummed as
he quickly kissed the vein he could see pulsing below her skin.   

"Smells terrific", he told her, as he abruptly released her arm.

Her veins felt like fire had rushed through them.  The chemistry between them
was pretty potent stuff, she thought.  She felt her nipples harden and the spot
between her legs pulsed suddenly.

"Ah, ah," she wagged her finger at him as casually as she could.  "You funny stuff.  You know, you toy with my affections this way and
watch out, mister," as she put her fists on her hips.

He looked at her.  Her long hair was wavy, falling about halfway down her back.
 Her brown eyes seemed to have suddenly gotten darker and more...melty.  Her
hands on her hips only served to accentuate her curves.  The large breasts
curved down to her waist, and then out into generous hips.  And her dress was
short enough to show him that she had shapely legs too.  God, she was
wonderful, he thought.  No, not every man's ideal, but then, he wasn't every

"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, in her best remote hostess

"A glass of water?" he answered, past the dryness in his throat.  And he
watched her disappear behind the curtain.

He walked into the living room and seated himself on the couch, and idly
flipped through the latest issue of Cosmopolitan, which was sitting on her
coffee table, next to a couple of sewing pattern books and a photo album.

She came back into the room, with two glasses of water full of ice cubes.  She
sat next to him, folding a leg underneath her and handed him one of the
glasses, taking a nice long sip out of hers.

"You know, this has been a lot of fun," she told him.

"I know."

"I was really nervous," she grinned, "but talking with you is like talking on
the computer.  It just...flows."

"I know.  I am glad that we met. Even if I have seen pictures, it isn't the
same as seeing you in person," he told her.

He put the magazine down and put the glass next to it. "Can we put on some
music?" he asked her, glancing at the stereo across the room.

"Oh.  Sure," she replied.  She walked over to the cd's scattered on the table.
"Any requests?"

"You choose.  I am sure I'll like whatever you want."  He watched as she bent
over the table, wondering if she knew that he had thought about her in that
very position many times, but she was never clothed, and he was behind her,
listening to her cries of ecstasy.  At least in his fantasies.  His cock jumped

The strains of the band Chicago floated across the room.  "Good?" she asked.

"Perfect," he answered.  He got up as she came back across the room.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, with a somewhat faintly disappointed tone in her

He laughed.  "Heck no, just going to ask you dance." He pulled her into his
arms.  He slightly shuddered as her body came into contact with his.

"Oh." she said with a note of surprise, but she matched her steps to his.  Her
pulse raced as she felt her breasts press up against his chest.  She hoped that
he couldn't hear her heart pound.  After all, she thought, she DID tell him no
fooling around.

They danced around the small room for a while, and she looked up at him. 
"Damn, he has nice eyes", she thought.  "I am such a sucker for eyes."

He drew a deep a breath as he looked down, gazing into her eyes, hoping that
she couldn't feel his hardness against her.  Or did he WANT her to feel it?  He
was unsure.  What should happen now?  It would be easy to say goodbye and walk
out.  No harm done.  Just a great meeting between two simpatico computer
friends.  Or, he could push it.  He wanted her.  Badly.  But not at the risk of
making her unhappy.  She DID make him promise not to try anything.  And he
didn't want to ruin it.  He knew that trite phrase about eyes speaking, and he
swore hers were telling him to kiss her.  He breathed deeply again, and felt
her breasts swell against him as she breathed deeply too.

"I am glad that we did this", he told her.

"Me too."

"And aren't you proud of me?  I haven't tried anything," he pressed.

"Yes," she replied, and his optimism plummeted.

"But..." she started.

"What?" he blurted.

"Well, I think...."


"Ummm.  Well.  This," she stuttered, as she reached up and pulled his head

She kissed him.  Lightly at first.  And when he returned her kiss, her mouth
opened and she lightly bit his lip.

He groaned and pulled her against him more firmly.  His tongue ventured into
her mouth and dueled with hers.  They kissed.  Deeply.  Wetly.  Her nipples
grew so hard they hurt.  She wanted him to touch her there, and she pulled his
hand up to her breasts and placed it on her.  "Feel that?" she asked, knowing
that he could easily feel the engorged tip through the thin fabric of her
dress.  He pinched it lightly and she moaned into his mouth.  God, he felt

He couldn't believe her.  She made him so hot.  Her nipple was huge.  It must
be as big as his thumbnail, and he hadn't even really paid homage to it yet.
He felt like fire and ice water were alternating running through his veins.
And his cock was so hard he was afraid he would come in his pants.  He knew
what she liked.  They had discussed sex before.  He pulled away from her mouth
and licked his way down her neck to the base of it.  He licked and sucked
there, and she ignited in his hands.  "She wasn't kidding", he thought, "this
really DOES set her off".  He released her tit and reached around behind her.
He slowly unzipped her dress and it fell, puddling at her feet.  He pulled back
and looked at her.

She was wearing a purple lace bra, that barely contained her full breasts, and
matching lace panties.  They were high cut, showing off the delicate line where
her legs joined at her most sensitive place.  He reached both hands out and
grabbed her tits.  He squeezed them firmly, and she moaned.  He pulled the cups
down, exposing her nipples to his eyes.  "Oh God, they are glorious", he
thought.  Dark pink nipples, the tips of which were as big as a nickel, and her
areolas had to be the size of half dollars.  

She stood there quietly, shifting from side to side in an effort to stop
herself from crying out for him to take her.  Ravish her.  Make her orgasm over
and over for him.  Fuck her.  She wanted him so badly.  She felt slightly
humiliated by his inventory of her body, and she hoped that he liked what he

Suddenly both of his hands shot across the space separating them and latched
onto her nipples.  He pinched them slightly.  Twisted them.  Watching her face
as he did.  She looked like she was about to explode, he thought, and he wanted
to watch.  He pulled her, by her nipples over to the couch and sat down, with
her in front of him.  His mouth opened, and he engulfed her left tit with it.
He sucked and nibbled and drank in the taste of her.  He listened to her moans
and felt her hands run through his hair and hold him close to her.  His hands
reached around and cupped her bottom.  Rotating the flesh around and around.
His fingers were close to her heat.  He could feel it pouring from her pussy.
He moved his mouth to the other nipple and delicately took it between his teeth
and flicked his tongue back and forth over it.  

She was concentrating on the feelings in her tits, and was stunned when she
felt his long fingers slide up between her legs.  His hands pushed her legs
slightly apart and she felt the cool air against her hot wetness.  And she knew
she was wet.  She could feel the juices flowing out of her.  Soaking her
panties.  He bit harder on her nipple.  And one hand pulled the gusset of her
panties aside and the other hand flicked back and forth across her nether lips.

She was sooo wet and hot, he could feel.  And when he pulled her panties aside
and saw her shaved pussy, he really thought he was going to come without her
even touching him.  He ran his fingers across the smooth lips of her cunt.
Spreading her juices over her entire vulva.  And she spread her legs a little
further for him.  His fingers pulled her lips apart and he caressed her inner
lips.  He found her hard clit at the top and he flicked it.  She jumped and
moaned loudly.  He pulled back and found her hole.  And thrust his middle
finger inside her.

She thought she was going to die, it felt so good.  His finger slid inside her
heat and she felt her muscles grip him.  "Please," she muttered.

"What?" he asked, looking up at her flushed face.

"Please," she repeated.

"Please, what?" he persisted.

"Please.  Please, fuck me with your fingers."

"Since you asked so nicely..." he smiled up at her as his index finger joined
his middle finger and he slid them back and forth.  He felt her spasm lightly
around his fingers and marveled at the amazing heat engulfing his entire hand.
Her juices were flowing freely down her thighs by now.  

Her moans grew louder and he knew she was close to coming already.  Coming for
him.  But he didn't want her to come just yet.  He wanted this to be an
incredibly unforgettable experience for both of them.  He pulled his fingers
out of her, and he asked her to take him to the bedroom.  She pulled his
fingers to her mouth and cleaned her juices off of them, and then she tugged on

She led him around the corner and into the eggshell white bedroom.  The bed was
the dominant piece of furniture.  A queen-size bed with emerald satin sheets
and about 12 pillows on it.  On the table next to the bed stood about seven
candles.  He marveled anew at her sensuality.  She was an amazing woman, he

She pushed him gently down on the bed and removed her panties finally, showing
him that bad pussy that made his mouth water.  She started undressing him.  She
removed his shirt, and as she unbuttoned the front of it, she took the time to
briefly kiss and suck each of his nipples.  She unbuckled his belt and opened
his pants.  He raised his ass briefly as she pulled his pants and shorts off in
one motion.  

His cock jumped up and slapped his belly.  Her mouth watered.  She wanted a
taste of THAT, she knew.  She pushed him further back against the pillows and
crawled up between his legs.  She leaned over his prick and looked up at him
with her almost-black eyes, and told him, "I HAVE to suck you, you know.  Is
that ok?"

She didn't wait for an answer, but swooped her mouth down and engulfed the head
of his cock in one gulp.  He groaned loudly.  Her mouth was almost as hot as
her pussy.  And she sucked.  Lightly.  Flicking the head with her agile tongue.
 "Mmmmmm..." she murdered.  

He was in heaven.  She alternated her methods.  She would lick just the head
lightly, and then swallow almost all of him and suddenly she was like a vacuum
cleaner, sucking as hard as anything he had ever felt.  She cupped his balls
and then would pull her mouth off his cock altogether and lick them all over.
He was counting the alphabet, doing multiplication tables, thinking of current
events...everything he could think of to prolong the pleasure.  Finally, though
she looked up at him.  "I want you to come in my mouth....please...." she told
him.  And she bent back down and thrust her tongue out.  She placed the head of
his cock on it and as she looked in his eyes, she slid her open mouth onto him.
 He watched himself disappear in her wet mouth and couldn't stand it anymore.
He let out a yell and started pulsing the come into her throat.  She swallowed
it down as he watched.  God, she was amazing, he thought.  

He sank back onto the pillows as every muscle in his body relaxed.  She crawled
up to him and kissed him.  He wasn't sure about it, but he was sure there was
something not quite right about enjoying the wet kiss she gave him right after
swallowing his jizz.  He didn't really care.  The kiss was hot and he loved the
feel of her tits against his bare chest.

After a few minutes he rolled her over on her back and told her to lie there.
He scooted down and spread her legs wider.  He gazed at her red pussy.  He
could feel the blazing heat pouring out of it, and he could practically see the
juices dripping out.  He placed her legs over his shoulders and dove in.  He
licked her juices off her lips, enjoying the tangy taste of her.  "Delicious",
he thought.  His fingers firmly pulled her lips apart and he saw her clit
pulsing madly at the top of her cunt.  He flicked his tongue over it, and she
leapt like a fish.  He flicked again, and she did the same thing.  He latched
his whole mouth on it and started sucking it.  She let out a long moan and
bucked up to his face.  

He worked a finger into her hole.  She twisted, forcing the finger deeper.  He
kept up his maddening sucking on her clit.  Another finger joined the first.
And she felt the first waves of her approaching orgasm.  She started begging
him to make her come.  And just as she was on the edge, he pulled his mouth off
of her and his fingers out.  She was stunned.  Until she looked down and saw
his face, wet with her juices, between her thighs, looking up at her.  

"Watch me", he commanded.  And she did.  His tongue came out of his mouth and
he straightened it and hardened it and then bent his head and thrust it deep
inside her burning cunt.  In and out, he fucked her pussy with his tongue.  And
she watched.  And suddenly, she was there.  She cried out, and her cunt muscles
tightened around his tongue.  She pulsed over and over, around him.  He licked
her until her back straightened again and she relaxed on the bed.

He crawled up on top of her and kissed her, much as she had done to him, and
she tasted herself.  They lay like that for a while.  It was comfortable on top
of her this way, he thought.  And she thought that she liked the weight of him
on her.

Finally, though, each became aware that his cock was still hard...pulsing
against her pussy.  She shifted slightly, and the head pushed right up against
her slit.  "I want you in me", she told him.  

"Your request is my command", he answered her, and he slid into her still hot

"Ahhhh..." they moaned in unison.  And looked into each other's eyes and

He thrust back and forth, getting a nice rhythm going, and she thrust her hips
up at him to take him deeper inside her.  Her juices flowed ever faster,
coating him as they fucked.  He grunted each time he hit bottom and she made
little noises of her own.  As they picked up speed, she encouraged him. 

He pulled out of her and told her, "Over.  I want you on your hands and knees."

She did as he requested.  She felt his cock slide up and down her slit, rubbing
from her clit to her asshole.  "Oh God....fuck me....fuck me....fuck me..." she

He couldn't take it anymore and rammed his cock inside her cunt.  He grabbed
her hips and thrust hard and deep into her.  "Take it", he told her.  "You love
my cock inside you, don't you?"

"Oh yes...more...please...more..." she moaned back at him.

He reached under her and grabbed her tits, using them like handles to pull her
back onto him.  He pinched the nipples as he did, and every time he pinched, he
swore he could feel her pussy muscles clench around him.  

She reached down and cupped his balls.  They were so full, and she couldn't
wait to feel him explode inside her burning pussy.  She massaged them and she
felt them tighten.  She was getting closer to her own climax and she wanted to
come with him.  She pushed back onto him.

Finally, she felt him thrust even faster and she knew it was time.  She was
about to come and she cried out, "Oh God, I am coming on your cock!  Come with
me....come inside me..."  And he thrust into her one last time and held it.

Her cunt muscles clenched in orgasm around him and milked the sperm from his
prick.  He shot four, five, six times into her hot grasping pussy, and she felt
every pulse against her clit as she came on him.  

She collapsed on the bed, his cock still inside her, and he lay on her back.
He whispered into her ear how amazing it was.  And how incredible she was.  And
how she made him come harder than he thought possible.  

And she thought that her first foray into meeting someone from the Internet was
certainly something special.

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